| Intoxication, filled with the medications
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| Sedation powder made from ??
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| Put me in this fuckin situation
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| My lungs are cold and feelin like they explodin
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| I’m loaded, wrote it all down
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| I’m givin you this invitation
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| To come and visit me, come into my mind
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| And sit a minute, join the spirits
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| To take the time to unwind and you’ll find
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| The DNA ain’t fallin far from the tree
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| Come from a long line of the murderous kind
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| So don’t be fuckin with me
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| You wanna check the history
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| Just pull the newspaper clippin’s
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| And find the trailer where it happened
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| I bet the blood is still drippin
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| And I’m sippin on Kerosene, and it’s just to make me enabled
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| To let the world know that my family is more than unstable
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| And I might be the black sheep for the secrets that I’m tellin
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| More than half my bloodline is layin dead on a felon
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| And I ain’t sellin no lies, my last name is a curse
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| I’m hopin that I survive yeah, just to finish this verse
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| I see the hearse
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| Kerosene, go get the matches
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| Light this thing and burn the branches
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| End the pain and suffering
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| Burn it up and kill my family tree
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| From way back, I remember my father’s expression
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| When the telephone ring at 3am you didn’t have to stop and question
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| Cause we knew that dark cloud was hangin just like a noose
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| The only thing on our mind was death and who did he choose
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| The time my cousin ate a bullet and my other cousin followed
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| When they sister heard the news, that’s when the Drano got swallowed
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| Seen my first closed-casket just before I could talk
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| And I almost met the same fate just before I could walk
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| I lost my aunt to a pistol with her husband on the other end
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| Nine years old and already noticed a trend
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| So many friends dead and buried
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| Many coffins been carried
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| On a first name basis with too many cemeteries
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| And I’m weary of my fate, scared for the?? |
| kids, and me?
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| Cursed like the Von Erichs, somethin like the?? |
| Kennedy's?
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| Say a prayer for me, if you’re down on a knee
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| And pray to God you ain’t branches on my dyin family tree
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| Kerosene, go get the matches
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| Light this thing and burn the branches
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| End the pain and suffering
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| Burn it up and kill my family tree
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| Chop, chop, chop it down
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| When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound
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| Chop, chop, chop it down
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| When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound
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| Chop, chop, chop it down
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| When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound
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| Chop, chop, chop it down
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| When a dead tree fall, does it make a sound
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| Kerosene, go get the matches
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| Light this thing and burn the branches
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| End the pain and suffering
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| Burn it up and kill my family tree |